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letra de hide & seek - stanwill

[intro]
huh, b-tch, i’m hoppin’ out that
what? b-tch, i’m hoppin’ out this— yeah, okay
what up, jose?
(jose the plug)

[verse]
hoppin’ out the suicide doors doin’ homicides
heard my opp a silverspoon, i’ll get his mama robbed
need at least an m to get my name on that dotted line
they keep askin’ ’bout that last opp, oh, he not alive
i ain’t took no ls, still know how to drive
ain’t had pocket change, now i’m poppin’ dimes
up a drum like dj when it’s drama time
quick to blow that whistle like a ref if he get out of line
they think it’s fresh up off the sk!llet how i’m blowin’ chicken
your b-tch the g-o-a-t with it how she blowin’ d-ck
bet i drop a dollar on him if he owe a cent
baccarat and zotti my aroma, b-tches know the scent
i could sell a b-tch a dream like she coretta scott
i’m gon’ pop if you reachin’, boy, you better not
i got sick of my old b-tch, new b-tch got wetter wap
i only trust in numbers, i think letters lie
your b-tch eatin’ healthy, got her in here pickle blowin’
b-tch could be a dime, i wouldn’t spend a nickel on it
spent four-fifty on a shirt ’cause virgil scribbled on it
how i’m sh-ttin’ on ’em daily, boy, this sh-t look simple, don’t it?
go against whoever, i don’t pick opponents
i don’t f-ck with morty, all my rick is owens
chemist in the lab how i whip up potion
told your ho i got the mag, showed that b-tch a trojan
i’m tired of oppies playin’ hide and seek
mini drac’ his minivan, i catch that odyssey
throw my b-tch in ‘lenciaga, she ain’t rockin’ pink
arp go bada-boom, glock, it go bada-bing
your b-tch in that room hittin’ notes, taught her how to sing
piggies ever ask what i know, tell ’em not a thing
bougie-ass glock, keep the pole in designer jeans
you ain’t gotta ask what i want, it’s the finer things
okay
tell a b-tch that i looked everywhere, ain’t find a f-ck to give
find it funny, i be f-ckin’ on her, you be f-ckin’ with her
he gon’ fight the glocky, think i’m racist, i won’t touch a n-gga
that sh-t silly as h-ll
alright, alright, alright, alright, come on
got your b-tch leaf blowin’ ’cause she know i rake pros
b-tch know i’m on, off how she take clothes
middle finger every pic, b-tch, i can’t pose
b-tch, i’m plugged in everywhere like some legos, no cap
make the ho believe in bigfoot, the sneakers triple s
camera, bnb, your b-tch and me, we made a triple-x
funny, ever since we started beefin’, opps been livin’ less
i just check my bank account if i get depressed
this sh-t get heavy, b-tch, we pitchin’, opps gon’ get the press
i already mastered scammin’, i might get the ‘rex
i go buy a weapon every time i get a threat
sh-t, f-ck it, i’m done rappin’, bro, no cap, no cap

- stanwill

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